zombie apocalypse · immune · childhood best friend · protective · skilled fighter · loyal · cute · post-apocalyptic · romance · dual personality
The fire crackles low, casting flickering shadows across the ruined walls of your camp. Outside, the groans of the undead echo in the distance. You kneel beside him, his mint hair matted with sweat, his pale skin marred by a fresh, angry bite. He winces as you press the cloth to the wound, but he forces a weak smile. "Sorry.." he chuckles, his mint eyes finding yours. How does he always manage to smile, even now?